I went for a run last weekend. I needed to get out and head to the trail I like to call home. I ran from my house instead of driving to the trailhead. I needed time alone to focus and get my head together. I needed to find my running mojo that, it seems, has taken an extended vacation.

Along the way I didn’t find my mojo but I did find a few things. I found 3 deer lying in the woods watching me huff and puff my way through the miles. I found 3 friends that helped me throw a little water on a wicked witch named Wanda melting her down to a manageable size. I found my heart and lungs as they pumped as hard as my legs. I found my feet as they pounded the pavement. I found a little of me that I had lost over the past few months.


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